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• Artiste: Tobacco
• Titre: Dirt (Feat. Aesop Rock)
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(It's my duty to inform you, That Honey Bunches of Oats is the greatest cereal ever created by man) Into dust we go Dirt, gum, hair, and snow Into dust we go Hair, gum, dirt, and snow Quixote comma Don Dime by the squatters dogs cop out the shaman's O well in Bombin' the common grog Overflood a levy hope it soaks the berry roots Reanimate the council of the topiary wolves Move em out, raw hides Stood his ground like a two headed hound with God's eyes The botiny's alive, and rotten meat I'm Ace I foot the fertelizer bombs Like water until they morning of the skillful IP farms The chealthiest canary in the mind's overdoses With a cane it's luke to skeletosis smells like guns and roses Honestly the barking biter reek fully shit Heed to receed to be eager to tip or be meet with a spit Are you the singing bush? (Yep) Spring the quid and minor keys Ain't nothin a mechanic on the linus to the virus rings tiger Look, bring your bangers to brawl And bring your bangers and mash home for all, it's raw Into dust we go Hair, gum, dirt, and snow Into dust we go Hair, Gum, dirt, and snow Coyote comma Wile E. Fighters never stand still Chase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvils Jaws snorting now and laters, apple, cherry, grape With green grass roots to flot the topiary apes Any weather, the Macy's november with few teathers We spotlight to the city like a Bambi eye collector Power Pill Fist, Donkey Kong, chess, check the gesture Pinecone avelanche hit the decker Twenty wolves up, one down, what a town Squirrels in the chimney too stubborn for puffin out I'm on a record (Yep) can't say I blame the little bastards Cause tonight's I'm gonna allow pass to the practice for the pacifist Four children pad gather bloody flowers To sprinkle on the human analog cadavers after With no gorilla sign language break through for the moment Just a pitbull on harry for the clothes that no one owes you, bitch Into dust we go Dirt, gum, hair, and snow Into dust we go (the fuck am I on?) Hair, gum, dirt, and snow Kenobi comma Ben Mingled the common men He had the fangs of Gengis Kahn, he had the heart of Gonga Den Tobacco in the bleachers bright confetti everywhere (Weeee!) To celebrate the influx of the topiary bears And when they infiltrate the picnics with they limbs inside the honeycombs They grub up to the oyster club for shadows of your sunny home Nobody knows your troubles, your woes are holy rolling Cause jungles will discriminate when grosly ever growing Every blow and every trolling butter bowing Every soldier, every lawnmower, motorboats with bends insider their starter We stock up on the 99 octane and DDT Like seymour's little shop in a moment that made me pee God damn, garden clubs are parkered up to share spare parts It sucks for John Deere's and armored trucks Hard enough's for what you put the panic buttons for This is not your parent's bio-organic war! No No, no, no